The Gray Assassin

She was levitating a paper within her magic, staring at the name scribbled on it in dark ink. She sticked to the shadows of the street, pressing hard up against an alley way wall in case any of Celestia's or Luna's guards decided to trot down the street she was currently on. Stopping for a moment, she looked up at the starry sky, basking in Luna's moon for a short while before she heard loud hoof-steps galloping through the night. She glanced at him, all his features were covered in a dark mask and cloak. Looking back at her, a sly grin was plastered upon his face, his amber eyes glistening in the moonlight as he jumped up and over a wall, leaving a Unicorn guard on the ground below him. Well, at least one of us is doing our job. She thought bitterly before trotting up the steps. The mare was standing on the other side of the door of her next victim, her facial features going unnoticed as her hood hid her eyes. She scraped her hoof against the door, her wings pressing hard against her sides to hide her tools. The lock clicked as the door began opening, showing a stallion with a grim look on his face. "Uh, hello. May I ask-" she immediately shoved him inside with her front hooves, pouncing on him and pinning him down after kicking the door closed with one of her back hooves. The lights came on, the motion sensors going off.

"You seriously had those pesky fuckers installed?" she barked angrily. She slammed her hoof down on his muzzle before darting for the stairs, travelling up them within moments before she jumped out the window, her wings jutting out from her sides and dropping her knife. She swooped down, catching it in her jaw, her tongue running across the blade. "Fuck!" she muttered out the side of her mouth, the blood falling below her in small droplets as she enveloped the knife in her magic, continuing through the night sky. "Damn idiots and their damn alarms," the mare breathed.

Another Pegasus was in the sky, flying past her at an incredible speed. She smiled, his fire color mane whipping behind him in the wind. He turned around, flying back towards her. "Hello my favorite assassin," he greeted with a coy smile.

"Hey, Fyre," she greeted him in return, half smiling.

His white coat was somehow tarnished with smears of a dark red, but she already knew what it was. Refocusing her eyes on his fire-colored ones, he spoke in a slow and serious tone. "I saw how fast you bolted from your assignment," he told her, no amusement within his tone as he tore his eyes away from hers.

"Sir, I can expl-"

"There's no need," he told her, holding up a hoof. His poker face cracked, a smile of amusement dancing on his lips. He looked at her, his eyes sparking with sneakiness. "I'm just shitting you. It was a joke. We set that up to see how fast you can escape from a sticky situation like that," he told her.

With a growl, she pushed her eyebrows together angrily. She raised a hoof, slapping the stallion hard enough to leave a red mark. "Fuck you," she told him. "That wasn't funny. I thought you were about to fire me!"

He chuckled as he brought a hoof to his stinging cheek. "That's just like you, Silver," he started, rubbing his cheek before dropping his hoof with a broad smile. "Just to lash out when angered. It's cute when you're mad," he was close to her ear now, his breath heavy.

"Thanks for the compliment," she told him, slightly pushing him away from her.

"Oh darling, you cannot thank me for the truth," he smirked.

"Do you want to be slapped again? No? I thought so," she answered for him before sighing. "I need a new assignment."

"Give me your assignment sheet," he told her in a more professional tone. She did as she was told and he crossed out the old name, putting down another and scribbling out the cutie mark. "Here," he said as he gave the mare her assignment sheet back.

"Bronze Sword?" she asked. "What the fuck does he have to do with us?"

"He likes exposing us for who we are," he told her without any specific tone of voice.

She nodded. "I see."

He too nodded before turning around, facing his general direction before spotting her. "I will see you at the hideout, no?"

She rolled her eyes. "Maybe if I finish on time."

With a light-hearted chuckle, he replied, "We all know how you are, Misty. Get in, get out, just like that. You'll be done in fifteen minutes tops."

Misty smiled and said, "Well, shut up, you. I'll be done when I'm done."

"You may talk the talk, but can you trot the trot?" he teased before taking off, leaving her there alone in the moonlit sky.

"Honey, I invented that," she whispered to herself before diving down to the ground, stopping mid-dive as she straightened herself out and landed on the pavement with nothing more that a simple tap of her boots. Her watch read one fifty-three am as she began preening her wings, waiting patiently for the victim. A few things her job taught her is patience, speed, and no hesitation. If you hesitate, you risk getting caught. Simple.

Her thoughts were interrupted as a loud clang rang through the alley way she had made herself a hiding place in. She poked her head out, looking at the stallion who was drunken to the core. "I-I don't n-need them!" he slurred to himself, stumbling every time he began gaining his balance again. "I-I got my beer a-and that'sss all that mattersss," he continued, falling over from exhaustion, now laying on his back and staring at the sky with his eyes holding no general expression.

Mist nodded to herself before trotting out of the alley way stealthily, standing just beside him now. "Hello, Bronze," she whispered in a low, husky tone, masking her original voice.

His head turned to see her, his eyes glimmering with hope. "H-have y-you come the safth me?" he asked, the smell of cider on his breath could be smelled a mile away.

Smirking, she enveloped her blade in her magic again, the silver glinting in the moonlight. "Quite the opposite actually," she told him before mounting him, sitting on his stomach with his stallionhood rubbing against her cloaked back. She leaned over, her breath hot on his face. "Have fun," she whispered in his ear as she brought the blade to his neck. In one swift motion, she hit his jugular, his blood spewing out. He brought a hoof to his neck, trying to hold the massive amounts of blood back.

His voice caught in his throat as blood began coming out of his mouth. Mist's lips twisted into a wicked smile as she flapped her gray wings lazily, floating high above him. Bronze reached his hoof out as if to ask for the help she would not give. Soon, he lay in a puddle of his own blood, his final breath blowing from his lungs as his golden eyes glazed over.

She smirked to herself as she wiped the blade off on the inside of her cloak, her smirk of accomplishment never leaving her lips. After a few minutes of staring at his limp body, she flew in the direction of her underground hideout not too far away. Once she reached her destination, she began looking around before she flew down a chimney and into a home, lifting up the carpet and revealing a secret door. The home was abandoned of course, or else the AA would have been found out already. She groaned before slipping down the tube, sliding through many intersections before landing in the HQ.

"Misty, baby, glad you could make it here!" Kamos greeted her, his smile wide with pleasure and happiness. His mohawk protruded slightly through his dark blue cloak as he approached her. "How did your mission go?"

"Simple, really. He was drunk off his flank," she responded while looking at her hoof. "Where are the rest of the assassins?"

The zebra sighed, taking a seat in front of her. "They're still out on their missions."

She tapped her hoof on her chin. "Well, they better pick up the pace if they want to ever be as high ranked as myself," she boasted with a broad smile.

Kamos smiled warmly. "Perhaps you are right, my assassin, but they are far behind you," he reminded her. "You've been in the AA ever since you were able to wield a sword."

With a smile and a soft blush, she turned her head as her ears pricked up, hearing a squeal from the tubes. "Celestia damnation, Tyde Runner!" Fyre's voice echoed throughout the hideout.

"Oh, wonderful, Fyre and Tyde have returned, the twins who are the exact opposite of each other," Mist turned to Kamos who was shaking his head, lifting himself up with his haunches as he began making his way towards the meeting room.

"Do tell them I will be in here," he called over his shoulder to the highest ranking assassin, returning her attention to the two Pegasi on the floor.

"Where's everypony else?" Mist immediately questioned.

Tyde spoke up, moving her two-toned mane from her a shade darker blue eyes. "They're not too far behind us, actually."

Just then, the two sisters voices floated downward before they landed on top of the other two Pegasi still on the floor. "My bad!" they yelled in unison.

"Hello Aurora, Moonthistle," Mist greeted the two Unicorns with a wave before following after Kamos, closing the door behind her.

"Well, they're having another meeting," Aurora noted unenthusiastically.

"They're always having meetings. It doesn't make sense," her sister finished her sentence without even a glance at the door. The four ponies got up, dusting themselves off before a stallion tumbled down a tube on the opposite side of the room.

"Glad you could make it, Arcanus," Fyre spoke in a bored tone. "When are we getting our next assignment from Kamos?" he asked the group of five.

The larger Unicorn of the trio stood slowly, shaking himself as he trotted closer to the group. "I honestly do not know," replied Arcanus in a deep voice as he stared at the door. "Why are we never included in meetings?" he inquired, nodding his head towards the door.

Shrugging, the five approached the door, hearing a rather deep discussion. "Absolutely not! I will not send you out there to attack a guard, no matter if he's a rapist or not!" Kamos voice boomed through the soundproof room.

"Then what the hell is the whole goddamn point behind this meeting? He's raping various mares, you idiot!" the gray assassin yelled in response, her voice deep in comparison to her normal one.

"The point is we need someone else to do it!" he retorted, ignoring her input. "You're dismissed!" he grunted.

A chair impacted the door, causing the other five ponies to jump back some as it slammed shut. Thankfully, there was a crack in the door, allowing them to still hear the conversation. "You're no help! He's raping mares, you ignorant buffoon and you're not going to let me do anything about it!" Mist screamed at the top of her lungs as her hooves slammed down onto the table, making a cracking sound.

"Silver's pissed," Fyre noticed, his face cringing every time something cracked within the room.

"I don't want you getting raped too!" Kamos countered, flipped the table hard enough to send it flying over the Alicorn's head. "What if you can't fight him off and you're his next victim?" he called out as the mare ducked. "What are you gonna do then?"

"Would you shut up?" Silver finally yelled. Her hoof-steps were heard as she approached the zebra, but the five had no idea what was going on behind that damn door. "I did not join this alliance for you to tell me what I can and cannot do. Sure, you're over a thousand fucking years old, who cares? I joined this to avenge people who were killed that were close to me, and I will kill millions before I am satisfied and ready for death to take me. Until then," she breathed in deep, the yelling ceasing for a moment before her final rage came out in a thundering boom. "I advise you allow me any damn mission I want!"

The zebra was silent, staring at the defiant mare as she trotted towards the door. The five disbanded, heading towards their natural stations as she walked out, glaring at each of them as she stood in the center of the room. "Hear me out," she somehow managed to calmly say. "I've known every single one of you since you first started here. All of you started from where I did, petty missions of stealing and shit. Now, you're here. How, you may ask? Because of me and everything I did. If you failed a mission, I completed it for you! Everything I did was for all of you!" she stared at each of them intently, searching their eyes.

"Silver, would you please calm down?" Fyre cautiously asked as he got up, trotting towards her.

"Sit your fucking flank back down right fucking now!" she growled at him, her eyes burning with blood-lust as he sat back down in his seat, fear residing within his fire-colored eyes. "If I wanted, I could kill all of you," she smirked, her eyes constricting. "Do you think I'd do that though? Do you?"

Tyde raised her hoof, looking away shamefully. "I believe you could, but you won-"

"I what?" the mare questioned as she teleported in front of the other mare. Her voice wasn't her own. In fact, it was from the darkness residing deep within her soul she tries so hard to lock and hide away. Her blade had been placed to the Pegasi's neck, her sadistic grin masking any signs of remorse.

"I was g-gonna say w-would!" Tyde stuttered her claim, staring helplessly up at the ceiling.

Her grin faded as she faced the rest of the group again, a small line of blood trickling down Tyde's throat. "As I was saying. I'm giving you one choice, you either side with me or," she paused, taking a lengthy look around the room as she retreated towards the center. "You die. Simple decision, no?"

Just then, Kamos burst through the meeting door, holding a sheet of paper. "Silver Mist, I give you the assignment," he told her breathlessly. "I'm dearly sorry it took this long for me to decide."

She enveloped the parchment in her magic, taking it as she headed out the door. "Glad you see it my way," she said over her shoulder as the door closed and she was transported back onto the darkened streets of Canterlot.

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"Idiots," she muttered coldly under her breath. "I'm surrounded by low-ranking idiots. Everywhere I go, I'm stuck with idiots. Why? Oh, I don't know, because I'm the highest ranking assassin alongside Kamos," she paused, looking up at Luna's moon from her place atop a house. She face-hoofed hard and then punched the chimney on the roof, her eye twitching. "I'm talking to myself. I'm fucking talking to myself. Does anypony consider this normal?" she half-questioned herself, looking around as she slunk through the shadows. Idiots in every part of this damn world. She thought as she looked around for that damn Lunar guard. Her eyes came across a stallion with a dark gray coat and a sly grin on his face with an unconscious Earth mare enveloped in his magic. Shit, that's him! her thoughts perked up as adrenaline coursed through her veins, staring at him from the roof.

He opened the door to the one just beside her place on the roof. She hid within the darkness, pulling her black cloak over her body to blend in with the night. He looked around uneasily before stepping inside, the floorboards creaking under his muscular build. No way in hell I'm just waltzing through the front door, you moron. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, his stupidity obviously way higher than she expected. She flapped her wings quietly, circling the house several times for any signs of an open window.

"Hello," the stallion said in a gruff voice. Silver whipped around, peeking in through the window placed inside his room. "About time for you to wake up," he grunted, clearly not happy with how much time it took her to wake up.

Who the hell is she? Mist asked herself, staring at the battered and disheveled mane of the mysterious mare's. Sighing, she hovered above the ground, peeking in on the scene. "Mister, who are you?" she asked in a quiet, but sleepy tone.

"That is of no concern. The only concern here is what you're going to be doing for me tonight," he was straight-forward, the mare withholding a shocked expression. His stallionhood was erect with anticipation and excitement as he trotted over to a drawer, pulling out some rope and cloth as a drop of pre-cum dripped from his dick.

"What are you mmpphhmm," the mares voice was muffled by the cloth as the stallion skillfully tied it around her muzzle, silencing her. "Mmmphh!" she tried screaming multiple times but it showed to be of no avail.

"Shut up, slut," he ordered, pushing her back onto the bed as he tied her forehooves to the bedpost above her head with his magic, following suit with her back hooves as well. She tossed and turned as he attempted to tie her back hooves with his own hooves, the mare squirming to get away and kicking him in the muzzle a few times, only making him angrier. He finally caved and hit her hard in the muzzle, blood oozing from her nostrils. "Shut the fuck up, damnit!" he growled before topping her, rubbing his head along her clitoris.

Silver looked away, biting her hoof to keep back the tears. How can somepony even do tha- her thoughts were interrupted as an ear-shattering scream came from inside, causing her to whip her head around to see that the guard had forced all his length inside her, no wetness coming from her pussy to even act as a lubricant. You sick, twisted bastard! she cursed him in her head, holding back the urge to burst in there and kill him right in front of her.

"Mmmpphh!" the mare tried speaking again, ending up with another deep thrust into her tight pussy. He pounded into her, treating her like a rag-doll, thrashing her violently about. The worst thing about it was that he was enjoying himself, watching her cry as he endlessly forced himself into both her vagina and plothole for what seemed like an eternity.

"I'm coming!" He called out loudly, spewing his load inside her plothole. He pulled out slowly as his cum lazily dripped from her plothole, her face holding nothing but agonizing pain and dry tears. He ripped the cloth from her face, a rash forming at the sides of her mouth. He loomed over her, his penis still erect. "Suck!" he ordered. As if trying to withhold some of her dignity still left, she refused, turning her head away. He moved his dick towards her mouth, her lips sealed shut. "I said suck you bitch," he growled through clenched teeth.

"Help!" The mare screamed loudly, only to have a strong hoof make contact with her cheek, the bone crushing sound barely audible.

"Shut the fuck up, you filthy bitch!" he growled sternly in her ear before forcefully stuffing his rod down her throat, silencing her pleas for help. "Suck it like you mean it!" he ordered bitterly. Realizing that all the dignity she used to have was now stripped from her, she listened, sucking him off multiple times while swallowing his cum, ejaculation after ejaculation, he kept going, not stopping to even breath.

Silver was scarred nonetheless, watching as her victim was raping this poor no-named mare, knowing she couldn't do Celestia-squat without getting found out. All victims needed to be alone or else she risked getting caught. She eventually gave up, knowing the house he traveled to in order to rape his new victims by heart, she lowered herself to the ground below, trotting away, being sure nopony heard her hoof-steps. As she came to the next block though, the biggest surprise of all was standing right in her path.

"Hey, cutie," one stallion smirked, looking down at her as he blew a wave of smoke in her face. "Why are you out this late?" his voice was gruff, obviously affected by the tobacco in the cigar.

"Get the fuck out of my way," she growled. The events that just took place moments before this was enough to drive her into a blood frenzy, making these four stallions her targets.

"Ooh, we got a bad flank over here!" a taller, leaner stallion teased. "You're not leaving until we have our fun," he smirked and the four approached her in a diamond-like shape.

"I said, get the fuck out of my way," she muttered as the closed in on her. Her voice was stern, but being a mare, she had no power what-so-ever over any stallion larger than her in weight or height.

"Whatcha gonna do if we don't?" the one with the cigar in his mouth asked in a challenging tone, staring at her with his cyan colored eyes.

With a sigh, she slipped two hoof-blades out, teleporting onto the stallions back in mere seconds, slitting his throat. He dropped to the ground almost immediately, blood squirting out of his neck on tainting the pale gray cement. She looked up, a grin masking her features. "Next!" she called out eagerly. The three remaining stallions looked at her questioningly, backing away slowly.

"Longshot, we should just leave her be," the tall, slim one turned to a stallion whom had a dark gray coat and a jet black mane, his emerald eyes staring at the Alicorn with a mixture of terror and worried expression.

He turned to him, staring up at him with longing eyes. "Blu, we should just accept our fate," he bluntly told him, refocusing his gaze on the psychotic mare.

Silver laughed hysterically as she pounced on Longshot, enveloping her blade in her magic, "Wise words," she whispered in his ear before driving the already bloody blade into his windpipe. She glanced up at the stallion who was apparently called Blu, half-smiling as her dark blue eyes focused on him, the color darkening further. She got up as he began fleeing the scene, not even bothering to look back. He didn't get far though as she enveloped her other blade, driving it into the back of his neck as he collapsed to the ground. She yanked it out as she trotted in front of him, smirking. "Your friend there has excellent ideas. Too bad you're both gonna be dead," she told him a little too eagerly as she drove the blade straight through his back with a stomp of her hoof, puncturing his heart.

The last one stared at her the entire time, his eyes never losing their place on her body, watching her every move rather intently. His body visibly shook everywhere as she approached him, still smiling sadistically. "Maybe," she began, "if you weren't about to rape me, I'd let you live. I've seen some pretty disturbing shit in my time, but what I saw moments ago was absolutely disgusting and appalling."

'T-they made me!" he exclaimed as she backed him up against a steel-barred gate.

"Quite frankly, I don't give a fuck." As the words left her muzzle, she wheeled around, slamming her back hooves into his skull, breaking his neck with the bars. She smiled to herself as she enveloped the dead bodies, opening a stallion-hole and dropping the four down the hole and into the sewage drain to decompose. "Idiots," she remarked to herself as she began her trot back to HQ.